“Forget it, Charlie. Forget it, god dammit.”
Charlie didn’t move. He stayed on his knees and leaned over a twitching, female form.
“Charlie, fuck, let’s go.”
“Don’t use my name,” he said. He was crying.
“Listen.” The other man looked out the 8th floor window. “This happens sometimes. We made enough noise. We can’t do anything else. You knew what you were getting into, didn’t you? We need to go.”
“Then fucking go.”
“You’re the one who messed up. I’m not going to wait anymore.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“Fuck.” The man opened the apartment door. Voices were swarming like bees somewhere below. “I’m sorry, Charlie.”
“Don’t use my name.” His voice was a whisper. His breath was heavy. Then it stilled. He raised a gun to his temple.
“I’m sorry I brought you here,” the other man said. “Just put that down.”
“Just go. I don’t want you to see this.”
Two bangs came almost simultaneously. First, a gunshot and then a slamming door. The voices had quieted downstairs.
-CP
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